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In the style of #parishhadley https://www.instagram.com/p/CVdg4Uop556/?utm_medium=tumblr

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ANNOUNCING— @sisterparishdesign partnership with @parsonsschoolofdesign. We’re proud to have brought two NY institutions, to conceptualize an all new MFA Textiles Program on the future of craftsmanship + #MadeinUSA, for the 2021 academic year. (Link in bio for more info) • • • #SisterParishDesign #SisterParish #ParishHadley #parsonsschoolofdesign #TheCultureCreative (at Parsons School of Design) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGGjIYvJwlg/?igshid=1wckzbxhn5kj1

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COLLAB 🚨—Heritage American design studio #SisterParishDesign + #CountryFloors reimagine archival #ParishHadley prints into a whimsical collection of tiles. Full story on @archdigestpro • We produced the campaign with the talented team at @sisterparishdesign, styling by @erinswift + 📸 @jonnyvaliant • #TheCultureCreative (at New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7kLCDYpPl-/?igshid=tzdim71fy5oq

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From vignette to reality @kirill_istomin ’s room set in our #Opulence gallery is a tribute to the legacy of design firm #ParishHadley, renowned for interiors that create and encourage conversation. Faux boiseries based on Istomin’s own illustrations and fabric generously provided by @brunschwigfils. Open today at Rockefeller Center. Tap the link in our bio for more. #Takeaseat #KirillsOpulentEye #Christies #Opulence #Interiordesign (at Christie's Auction House)

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Oh, Sister… http://is.gd/TVfHjP #sisterparishdesign #sisterparish #alberthadley #parishhadley #parishhadleydesign (at Artisan Books & Bindery)

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A designer looks back at his time at legendary design firm Parish-Hadley Associates

I have a love of traditional things. In architecture school at the University of Tennessee in Knoxville, I concentrated in historic preservation and history. After graduation, I spent two years as the assistant to James Marston Fitch, the architectural historian, in the Nashville office ofa firm called Building Conservation Technology. By 1982, the federal programs for historic preservation had been discontinued. As I thought about what to do next, I recognized that the interior design business was strong. Coincidentally, Mr. Fitch had worked years earlier with Mr. Hadley in the Nashville firm of Herbert Rodgers. Someone urged me to contact Parish-Hadley. Mr. Hadley was from Nashville, and I’m sure the Tennessee aspect helped a little bit. I also had a Southern connection with Harold Simmons and Bunny Williams.

I was at Parish-Hadley for almost five years. When I started, I was in my late twenties. The firm numbered about thirty-five when I was there. Other than Mr. Hadley and Mrs. Parish, Bunny was the person in the office with her own projects. I worked with her more than with anybody else. It was a great time for interior design. The stock market was booming. People were buying better houses and apartments. When I left in 1987, Mrs. Parish was very ill. It was her wish that the firm not continue on her death, and I was afraid I was going to be one of thirty-five people out on the street. Much as I loved working there, the time was right to go. Mrs. Parish wrote me a wonderful note wishing me well, and saying that I was always welcome to come back.

Parish-Hadley insisted you think through the whole process of how the house worked, from where the visiting chauffeur would have his lunch to the traffic pattern for a staff member answering the door. Those were very elite kinds of concerns, but the same idea of thinking about the clients’ needs dwindles down to every aspect of a project. The firm also had access to all sorts of resources, builders, craftsmen, and artisans. From beautiful hardware to floor tiles, anything that could be imagined, drawn, interpreted, and conveyed, we could have made. Not to be limited to what’s readily available sets one apart.

Teaching and sharing were part of what Parish-Hadley was about, from Mrs. Parish and Mr. Hadley to Bunny and Harold. The firm was a bit of a laboratory. That is one reason why all the alumni turned out the way they did. My fellow architects were graduates of Princeton, Harvard, Columbia, and Auburn. We all had different backgrounds. We all worked in one room. We would ask each other questions, show each other what we were doing, and visit each other’s projects.

At Parish-Hadley, the architecture studio—called the design studio—was the foundation. We would draw everything, because the decorators didn’t draw. Curtains are an example of this. Maybe Mr. Hadley would draw them. Or I would draw them. Or the different architects would draw them based on the decorator’s input. Because we would draw the furniture plans, we knew that this particular chair needed to be of this size or scale, that this ought to be a tall piece of furniture and that a low piece of furniture. We would size the rugs. If there were a new chimneypiece or an antique chimneypiece, we would draw that.

We worked in teams, with a designer, a decorator, and a principal who usually followed the whole process through to the end. When a project was installed, it was done down to the drawer liners, the kitchen glasses, the hangers in the closets, the tie racks, and the towels and all. Bunny Williams taught me how to make a bed. We would go to the projects I had done the architecture for, and she would show me how to make a bed with the fabulous linens that she had bought. She had me work with the housekeeper and go over the smallest details. I learned how the residence was set up and how it was run.

People always ask if there are rules of decorating. There are, but there aren’t. At Parish-Hadley, they believed the numbers had to add up. If your dining room sat eighteen to twenty people, your living room needed to seat eighteen to twenty people as well. We had to make sure there was room for the curtains, the electric outlets, the air-conditioning ducts—all functional aspects. Construction is expensive enough without making mistakes or redoing something later. It was critical to think about the furniture and the rugs, or whatever’s on the floor, and the seating, and to plan how to get everything into the house or the apartment. You do not want to be the person outside the service elevators with an enormous sofa that will not fit because no one thought to measure it. To be taught that everything needs to be thought out from the beginning—not to leave things to chance—that was a great learning experience.

Albert Hadley had a wonderful, dry sense of humor that everyone loved. Mrs. Parish did too, and a brilliant appreciation of wit. Once in Women’s Wear Daily, the editors had put together a timeline of fashion at the Winter Antiques Show, with photographs of highlights over a fifteen- or twenty-year period. They must have shown Mrs. Parish three times, and she had on the same dress every time. The editors had not commented on it. They simply captioned the photos: “This is Mrs. Henry Parish II, 1965, 1972, 1980,” or something like that. She thought that was hysterical. Some people would be mortified. Not her.

The annual Christmas party was a Parish-Hadley ritual. The first year I was there, I was excited about it, because we all went to Mrs. Parish’s apartment. It was strictly for employees—no spouses, boyfriends, girlfriends. Bunny told me not to anticipate too much, and added that Mr. Hadley always read the same poem, “Desiderata.” It was Parish-Hadley tradition that he stand up and read it. He wasn’t shy with any of us, but he really did not like the idea of performing or being in the spotlight. Mrs. Parish would always say, “Well, that was fabulous. Read it again.”

Paul Engel, another architect in the office at the time, came up with the idea of having Santa Claus come to the party. Bunny thought that was perfect, so we went out and bought gag gifts for everybody and I wrote a little limerick for each one. At that year’s Christmas Party, there was a knock on the door. “Oh, Mrs. Parish,” said Bunny, “someone’s here to see you!” “Oh,” said Mrs. Parish, “who could it be?” Bunny said, “It’s Santa Claus!” Mrs. Parish thought that Santa Claus coming to her party hauling a sack of gifts was fantastic. Santa called out the person’s name, read the little verse on the package, and handed over the present. Mrs. Parish’s gift that year was a crown. She was named Queen of the Decorators. I can still hear her saying, “Crown me! Crown me!”

Never a day goes by that I don’t rely on what I learned at Parish-Hadley. School teaches you a certain set of skills, but more important is what you learn after that. Some things cannot be taught or achieved in school, which brings to mind those bumper stickers: “What would so-and-so do?” When I’m stuck on a project, I always find myself asking, “What would Sister Parish do?” “What would Albert Hadley do?” “What would Bunny Williams do?” And a good solution always comes to mind.

--John Tackett

The legendary interior design firm Parish-Hadley Associates set the standard for American style in the finest homes for more than three decades, from the 1960s through the 1990s. Throughout its colorful history, Parish-Hadley was commissioned by the most prestigious families in the country, from the Kennedys at the White House to the Astors, Rockefellers, and Gettys. Yet the fertile partnership between Parish and Hadley also greatly influenced the taste, style, creative process, and practices of the designers who worked for them. In Parish-Hadley Tree of Life, 30 of the most renowned designers relate in detail their personal experiences working at the firm, accompanied by images they have chosen of their own work, past and present, illustrating how their designs were shaped by Parish-Hadley.

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Confession XIV: VANCE BURKE

Who are you ?  Vance Burke 

What do you do?  Interior Designer 

Where are you from?  A small town in the middle of Kansas 

Where do you live?  Split my time between Los Angeles and Palm Springs 

First person that gave you a great opportunity?  I decorated my Parents residence in Houston while I was still in college.  I guess I should say that they were my first commission.

Favorite place you've lived?  New York and Paris - Its impossible to choose between the two.

Favorite place you've traveled?  I went on a horse riding tour of the countryside palaces of India. I was roughing it but I didn’t mind as i was surrounded by opulence. 

Favorite Film?  Auntie Mame - How can you not love someone who redecorates their home every two years! 

A piece you have brought back from your travels that you will treasure forever?  I bought a pair of Agostini lamps at the Paris Flea Market in the early 80s. Not only are they rare and valuable - they are gorgeous too.

Three people you admire in your life and why?  Albert Hadley, Sister Parish, and David Kleinberg - I had the pleasure of working and apprenticing for all three at Parish / Hadley. They all shared a passion for living in beautiful environments. 

Who would you love to collaborate with and why?  Mark Zuckerberg. He is such a visionary, has a great budget, and still eats McDonalds! 

Favorite artist ? Favorite Fashion Designer? and Favorite Decade?  James Turrell (literally light and bright), Tom Ford (we went to school together ), 2014 (there is no time like the present). 

Name one thing in your closet you will never get rid of?  I have a collection of 1980s vintage Versace shirts. I know I’ll never wear them again, but they are still beautiful, and represent such a definitive moment in time. 

What is your confession?  I appreciate a good high - low. For instance, I enjoy mixing Bergdorf with Target. For me its not about where something came from, but what it says when put together. 

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